"If you want to collapse the houses near here, you must at least break the load-bearing walls and pillars." Xiao Jingyang said intently: "It is not impossible to give me a big hammer to make it accumulate strength to knock them one by one."

"But their speed is too fast..." Qin Wu's eyes were full of bitterness: "It's like kicking a wooden board, it's like a monster."

The next moment, a silver light flashed in the darkness, and the middle of a roof broke into several pieces and fell towards the ground.

Xiao Changhe widened his eyes, looked at the rising smoke and dust in the distance in disbelief, and exclaimed: "You said, is they demolishing the house? But...but...why...?" Although he didn't want to believe it, the facts in front of him were undeniably presented to them, making them believe it.

"It's not impossible." Jiang Tianzheng said: "If I punch with all my strength, I can break through a thinner earth wall. But it's the first time I've seen this like a monster, causing such a level of damage while fighting."

Everyone fell into silence. Wang Qiang, Zhou Xingyun and others, who have always been considered geniuses and promising young people, also showed a daze in their eyes. Is their efforts and strength really meaningful when facing such monsters?

It seemed that I remembered that I had looked at a terrifying monster like Blood Rakshasa, and I felt even more scared. If the ghost fist had not appeared suddenly, they would have all died.

They have seen a person who hit dozens of people, and have also seen a person who can break a stone slab with one punch, but I have never heard of this kind of demolition of the house with bare hands. Or I have heard of it, but they have forgotten it as a boring rumor.

After all, they never thought that warriors, up to three warriors, could cause such terrifying destructive power.

Of course, the reason why Zuo Zhicheng and the Blood Rakshasa brothers caused this kind of damage is also related to the construction and materials of the New Land Port, which are mostly brick and wood structures. It can be imagined that if they were fighting in a modern big city, they would definitely not be able to cause such a scene.

Just as everyone was silent, a female voice broke the silence again.

"father!"

"Qing'er?" Jiang Tianzheng turned his head and saw a martial arts disciple helping Jiang Qing up. When Jiang Qing saw Jiang Tianzheng, he rushed over with red eyes and hugged the other party.

Jiang Tianzheng's tense expression finally relaxed. He patted Jiang Qing's back and said, "It's fine if you're fine."

"But Zuo Zhicheng is gone." Jiang Qing raised her head and said anxiously: "After he asked me to hide under the bed, he encountered the attack of Blood Rakshasa, and then I couldn't find him. If he hadn't protected me, I might have died."

When she looked back, she realized how stupid she was to rush forward to help. If Zuo Zhicheng hadn't stopped her, she would have died hundreds of times.

Xiao Jingyang, who was standing beside him, said: "Changhe, send someone to find Brother Zuo."

Xiao Changhe agreed with a displeasure, and at the same time he was a little gloating. It would be better that Zuo Zhicheng had been slaughtered by the Blood Rakshasa.

"Thank you, Master Xiao."

Xiao Jingyang waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "Brother Zuo sacrificed himself to save others, but he has more courage than us."

At this moment, there were another series of explosions and impacts, and a scream rang out. Jiang Qing looked curiously at the west side of the martial arts hall, the place where smoke and dust were constantly rolling up, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Everyone in the martial arts hall looked ugly and people started running downstairs.

"They called..."

"There is no need to stay here, let's withdraw quickly!"

The group rushed downstairs, and the loud noise from their ears seemed to be getting closer and closer, mixed with the screams of Blood Rakshasa and the roar of another man. But the sound of the ghost fist never came.

After a while, Xiao Jingyang and Xiao Changhe walked in the front, and Jiang Tian behind him walked towards the back door of Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall with Jiang Qing's support.

But at this moment, the noise in the dark night suddenly became quiet. In the night wind, you could only hear the screams and shouts of passers-by outside the martial arts hall, but the voices of Guiquan and others could not be heard at all.

In this situation, Xiao Jingyang waved his hand and everyone stopped. They looked around with nervous expressions, all corners, shadows, doors and windows, as if the Blood Rakshasa and the Ghost Fist would rush out from there at any time.

Suddenly, the wall in front of everyone rose up, and then with a loud bang, the blood-red figure flew towards Xiao Changhe with countless flying stones.

So in the screams of everyone, Xiao Changhe had been knocked away by the figure, and he screamed in his mouth, as if several bones had been broken.

The sound that hit him fell to the ground, covered in blood, motionless.

That is... Blood Rakshasa.

Just as the two of them landed, another black figure rushed out like lightning and landed beside the Blood Rakshasa. He was wearing a white mask and stared at the Blood Rakshasa on the ground with his eyes tightly, as if confirming the other party's life and death.

"Senior Sister!"

A sad roar sounded, and a shirtless young man with brown hair had already bumped into the other side of the wall. The wall that had been knocked out of a hole was bigger under his impact.

He was the junior brother of Blood Rakshasa, but his original calmness had disappeared, his clothes had been completely cut into pieces, and his chest, back, and shoulders were covered with various subtle scars.

He looked at the figure of the Blood Rakshasa on the ground with red eyes, and rushed over with a roar.

Zuo Zhicheng glanced at him. In his infrared gaze, a stream of innate energy covered the entire body. However, unlike the innate energy of him and the Blood Rakshasa, the surface covered by this innate energy is very active, and the intensity, or heat radiation is not very high, and it is only pink.

After a series of attacks before, Zuo Zhicheng realized that the other party seemed to be practicing some kind of horizontal kung fu. Although the muscles under the skin are not as strong as him and the Blood Rakshasa, they have a special layer of defense, just like a particularly thick cuticle that can block the slash of swords.

It seems that it is not absolutely accurate to judge the strength of the innate qi simply by the color of the innate qi in infrared vision.

Because of his appearance, Zuo Zhicheng's ribs were broken and his shoulders were dislocated once during the subsequent fight.

However, now without the support and cover of the Blood Rakshasa, this man is just a target in front of him. After all, the other party's horizontal practice skills are too bulky for him.

Two figures collided fiercely. Zuo Zhicheng ate the other party's two punches, then punched the opponent's right hand in the defensive abdomen, and wanted to punch out again, but was grabbed by one hand.

Then the two grabbed each other with both hands, and Zuo Zhicheng hit the other party's stomach with one knee. With this heavy blow, the other party's hand was uncontrollably released, and then Zuo Zhicheng grabbed his head in his hand.

So there was a series of crazy knee-hits like storms.

The intestines, stomach, heart, chin, nose bridge, and various places that are difficult to defend against when practicing horizontal skills are all attacked by Zuo Zhicheng.

The man's roar and Zuo Zhicheng's indifference formed a sharp contrast. In fact, until now, no matter how Xue Luosha and his junior brother yelled, Zuo Zhicheng had never said a word.

He was like an iceberg, just rushed over in silence, and then crushed the other party to pieces.

After three minutes of beating, Zuo Zhicheng threw a pool of soft mud on the ground.

Everyone was stunned when they watched the man fall slowly from Zuo Zhicheng's hand. Blood Rakshasa and someone who seemed to be his junior brother, the two joined forces and were defeated by ghost boxing?

Looking back on the series of offense and defense that had just been shown in front of them, the ultimate speed and strength of both sides, it seems so natural?

Jiang Qing felt relieved when she saw the man finally fell to the ground.

Although the ghost fist looked a little embarrassed at this moment, his clothes were torn apart several holes, and all kinds of blood and dust mixed in his clothes and hair, it felt indescribable heroism in Jiang Qing's eyes, or in everyone's eyes.

"Your Excellency, is it a ghost fist?"

Zuo Zhicheng glanced at Xiao Jingyang and said coldly: "Someone called me that."

He carried the blood Rakshasa and the man's body on his back, and walked silently towards the darkness.

"Today, I would like to thank you for your help. I would rather let us enjoy the friendship of the landlords and treat you."

"Please give us some advice on our martial arts!"

Ignoring Xiao Jingyang and others' retention, a few seconds later, Zuo Zhicheng's figure had completely merged into the night and disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a sentence floating in the air, making everyone look at each other.

"You guys are too weak."
Chapter completed!